They said, Port Moody gets a train.

We asked, "What’s this about?"

They said we know what’s best for you

And we don’t give a ‘HOOT’.

The people said, "We’d like to talk."

Our leaders said, "Be quiet."

Coquitlam’s Mayor and Mr. Puil

They said, "Shut up and buy it."

They wrote a budget, more or less,

It really gets quite scary.

The price is millions more we find,

Much like our ‘Fast Cat Ferry’.

They’ve told us there are portals

Named A, B, C and D

Now they refuse to let us know

Just which one it will be.

They said "Your taxes on your house,

They won’t go up a penny."

They’ve lied before; they’ll lie again,

‘Cause where’ll they fine the money.

Port Moody’s Mayor, as you all know,

His Honour Mr. Joe,

Just settles back and nods his head

And says, John, Way to Go.

The paying folks in Moody

Hold meetings asking why

The train’s not down the Lougheed,

Makes sense to you and I.

We know that routes much cheaper,

Less folks to lose their homes.

They won’t discuss this option

In person or by phone.

I think it’s time we all stood up

Demand we get an audit.

‘Cause fiscal sense and common sense

Means we would all applaud it.

Your bank account is in the hands

Of folks we’ve come to question.

They write the cheques and spend the cash

And we have no decision.

They want to tunnel under some

And some they’ll just demolish.

And anything that’s in their way

The rules, they’ll just abolish.

Victoria, our seat of power,

A new man on the throne.

I’d hoped he’d have more common sense

Cut spending to the bone.

But bless my soul, to my chagrin

It’s still the same old story.

They’re NDP, they carry on

And no one says "I’m sorry."

The train moves on, the budgets short

The planning’s just a joke.

I hope you all will voice your thoughts,

"Ujjal, remove our yoke."